The blackest cat

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“The black cat did not cross the road, just because it did not want to be a cliche” Gun Roswell

The blackest cat

Intimidating they tried to be, for you see, that was the reputation to upkeep
Sullen and hardcore, a fighter sworn to be to the bitter end you see
As this was the often painted totally cliched image of the black cats heritage
But what if they did not want to live up to said sad and bad reputation at all
What if the only thing in the whole wide world for them was to play with a red ball
Then after the whole day spent, in fun never to relent, they would get
A bowl of milk and some tuna, then meow at the dark night in the light of the Luna
And after a while of having spent some time doing the things they loved
Curling up in a black ball of fur, and all cliches out the open window hurl
Sleeping soundly with a loud purr, next to their best Hooman boy or girl
As this black cat never wanted to be someone bad or the unspoken omen
Only a loved and treasured member of their adoptive family not the offender
And certainly never crossing a road, just because the tale so long ago told

Floating Flowers

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“Flowers floating by, always makes me smile, even when in the water myself” Gun Roswell

Floating Flowers

The pond filled with water to the very hilt of it. It was that season, the season of the monsoons, at least, what you could consider such a force of nature in the place, where water usually only in the pipes and oceans remained. Alas, with a full blast, the skies opened up and started pouring, the noises loud and roaring and then filled all the buckets and puddles and containers imaginary, with all that water.

But that was yesterday. Today, the sun is shining and most of the weather is now behind me and when I looked at the large size pond in front of me, which only the day before was a cracked and broken wasteland, is now filled to the very hilt with life giving water. And then, those pretty things appeared, out of nowhere much, but as such, they are now floating gently on the surface, lulling on the surface like they had done so always. 

As the small animals and other critters join in the pond, drinking, playing even swimming about with the sun, they all make a pretty picture of nature so lush and green, where only frequently, lifeless and barren seemed.

The antisocial me

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“I like people, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes, well, they are really too much“ Gun Roswell 

The antisocial me

This time of seclusion, combine that to extreme weather, the heat more importantly, with the never off turning sun? The seasonal joys of supposed fun? Well, at this very moment in time, when others are enjoying the heat and having some fun. What do I do? 

Lock the doors, pull down the curtains and dim all possible lights! Never ever leaving the house and keep as quiet as a mouse, just in case, someone had decided for my companionship to chase. Even if it is not the best of time, then again, it never really was.

You see, I enjoy my own company, my own time. Having to make absolutely no excuses for not dropping by anyone who otherwise would guilt trip me for not being the team player and the social one. Because guess what I found out. That I am really not!

The time of discovering the truth, how bad and unexpected, even unacceptable as suspected, but the thought of going outside into the world wide and facing the people, the sun, doesn’t appeal anymore and is certainly no more fun. Yeah, I said it, loudly, you feel stunned?

I have finally faced the side, which I had to hide, the antisocial me, but now, here she is!

The two options on my brain at any given moment

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“I have two whole modes in my small brain, and here is their story” Gun Roswell

The two options on my brain at any given moment

The brain is a funny thing, as a mere thought of pleasure can make you dance and sing. The happy mode can go on, at least until the end of the experience which caused this exercise in the first place, something which usually do not last that long as it seems after a while to beep something so totally wrong. The off switch then quickly hits, and all the fun and games seize to exist. 

The cells few and between in this mind, supposedly kind, so hard are trying to find the reasons for the face in front, to stay completely sour and blunt. It is odd, but then again the cells makes me scoff, after all, what the hell was I thinking, deserving all that leisurely break after all. It is so fake the brain cells keep on telling me, because without the sense of fun, I am free?

WTF?

Seems my brain supposedly superior cells and I, are on a complete divide, as all my stupid body wants to do, is hang out and waste some time. Preferably doing something causing a loud laugh, making the close by people to comment, “look at that!” Alas, as soon as I try to let loose, those f-Ing brain cells tell me I have to choose or I will loose, the rest of them.

This suggestion was certainly a no brainer, as am I.

Up the palm tree 

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“Climbing up a tree can be fun, feeling like a kid again, playing under the sun” Gun Roswell

Up the palm tree 

Summer day quite boring, nothing really great or fun scoring, thinking of something out of this world to do, something totally new.

Then an adventurous thought occurs, as looking up at the tall tree tops, seeing a bunch of coconuts, hanging in mid air.

What if there was a way to get up there, high up to the very top and catch one? That, could be so totally awesome and fun!

So, starting the dangerous climb, slowly but surely, holding on to the scruffy looking things sticking out of the tree.

Making good time while trying the three stump to climb, even if the task seemed quite impossible from below on the ground.

Still, a new sense of self now found, feeling invincible, like a super powered non earth bound kid, climbing faster and faster limb by limb.

Reaching close to the top, with a tad of a huff and puff, as the age is still there even if the mind is in another sphere.

Finally close enough to reach out and grab a hold of the looming price, as nearing the height close to a short size high rise.

But, then, the winds started blowing, faster and harder than ever before, and what seemed like a totally reachable goal, seemed to be ending in a scowl.

While falling back to earth, the last thing on the mind was a curse: Oh gravity, thou art a heartless bitch!

Water!

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“The water is always so inviting, so cool, so calm and and feels like a soothing balm against the heated skin, especially in the midst of summer!” Gun Roswell

Water!

The elixir of life, the one thing which you’ll need to survive. It can be fun but also full of destruction, if you are not careful. But whatever the relationship with this element of nature is, nothing on this planet of Earth would exist if it wasn’t for it being that one special hit.

But for now at least, trying to enjoy the small puddle of the thing, right there, in the backyard, filled to the hilt. Cool, turquoise and see through liquids, just waiting for someone to dive in. It’s the summer heat after all, so better not stall, rather try dipping in at least one of the toes.

While bathing in the inviting waters all day long as the warmth outside is quite strong. Swimming with a few strokes but mostly hanging lazy, watching the time pass by in a state of hazy. But it’s fine for now at least, as soon the heat waves will be over and the need for warmer clothing is upon.

These are the days when to remember especially in the heart of the cold winter. When the water is frozen solid and there are no sings of anything green or blue, only the blanket of snow, but for now, better not get worried, only enjoy the time before it flies right by.

Seated for Seat Sunday 

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“You better be seated in tight, strapped in and ready to begin, as seat Sunday has finally arrived!” Gun Roswell 

Seated for Seat Sunday 

No matter the mode of the seat, because when you feel the heat and not just for the summer on repeated a wave of the same kid, you better hurry up and that greatest of spots try to find, as seat Sunday has definitely arrived! Indeed, showing up with a seated jive and we all know it’s definitely time for a smashing high five!

Better get the one which suits you best, the most comfortable one yet. No matter if you have it to buy, borrow or steal, it’s the matter of feel, against your derrière for real. So do not hesitate because soon it will be too late as Sunday will be gone and on a Monday? Well, sitting around may just be a great big ugly bore.

Maybe you even had a chance to bring your own seat, the one which rides on wheels. And from that fine throne of sorts, you will never have to be brought up and about from. Rather going everywhere and anywhere on this fine sunny day of a Sunday, is the true definition of a well spent and languidly spent awesome seat Sunday.

Red sky in the evening 

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“The red is the colour of the magnificent sunset painted in the sky of the evening’s moment high” Gun Roswell 

Red sky in the evening 

Fire engine red, someone in the watching crowd said, as we were all gathered for the spectacle of the evening displayed in front of us on the sandy shores, and certainly never a bore was this setting told on a lore, as the sun with a loud roar dropped into the deep waters from the sky above. It was told in a story once in the past and the glory of the moon would create such a blast at least for the duration of the night to last hurling the drowning star deep into the waters far to cool down for a moment until once again in the morning it would rise its crowning head from the watery bed, rays curling up slowly but surely until reaching the highest peak in the bluest of skies then warming us dwellers again with the bright white light for a while until the night once again arrived and the moon would overpower the sun, thus completing the circle of routine once again neither of them really winning the game. But that is just fine as in the end, we truly need them both.

One pretty thing

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“One, alone, single, unattached, still, standing strong, solo, nobody follow” Gun Roswell 

One pretty thing

From the darkest of the dominating shadows, rising through the cracks as the thin rays of light it follows, finding finally a way towards the lights even if it had been a long and difficult struggle. As nowhere to turn to for help, only with its own self preservation and wit, did it manage to survive the harshness of said darkness, where the lesser ones would have called out yelp in the overall process. But surely as the day is filled with the sun and the night is lit with the moon and the stars, this tiny pretty thing, managed its way through the small cracks to twinge. And now, standing proud and tall, despite the delicate frame, it will never be the same for this courageous and feisty flower, as now it finally had its taste of power. Blooming against and over all the odds, who had tried and taken their evil shots, trying to suffocate the one, redeemed to become nothing and none as there were others more deserving, more pretty, more of everything the tiny thing was not. But now, here it is, standing pretty over those who never it chose. But it does not care about them odds, not anymore, as it scored, big time, hovering, even towering over them all.

Falling water

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“The cascading waters of the fall, despite the roar, are calming my nerves” Gun Roswell 

Falling water

The waters of the fall kept going ever downward, towards their inevitable fall, into the pond which from the warm weather would vaporise the droplets to an invisible fume, soon rising into the mighty skies. Filling the clouds until full and then falling back to the ground with the rain brought on by storm quite strong. Ending in the lake or river high up on the mountains where from the invincible droplets would make their way down the water fall once again, thus completing the circle, ongoing forever and ever.

Finest engineering by Mother Nature, rigged for most of our pleasures. The pure vision of power cannot leave anyone watching it sour, not for long at least. And if you are one of the lucky ones, you can try to get inside the wall of falling water and take a nice and long cold shower. Maybe even become like one of the flowers lulling gently on the surface of the splashing waters. Before the day is over these elements would have won you over and then before you realise, this charming setting, might be a difficult one of letting go. But for now, go with the gentle flow, stay in the water, play around like a sea otter, as there is still time.